#224 Early morning sun shining on sunflower

I don't know what it is, but every year for as long as I can remember,  about mid Aug I feel a shift.  Summer is winding down.   I know it is odd.  It is still plenty warm out.  But I felt it this morning as I walked out to water my flowers. It reminds me of an Eagles song;

It's comin' on the end of August
Another summer's promise almost gone
And though I heard some wise man say
That every dog will have his day
He never mentioned that these dog days get so long

I don't know when I realized the dream was over
Well, there was no particular hour, no given day
You know, it didn't go down in flame
There was no final scene, no frozen frame
I just watched it slowly fade away